This is a song about "Billon bag"

Surrounded by cowards who let the cats out of the bag?

And they label me king... you can come and take it back

Maharishi kicks and bape tee's i really do this

And bag 'em up leave 'em with sickish, stitches, n' diminish-

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

Don't mean to brag, but i've got the future title in the bag/

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Ill bag you like groceries i flow ferociously

When im in the rap game if they say that, ill put them in my duff...le bag!

Red beam on it like kano back, high price for the volcano rap

You're fuckin' with the fifi bag

With my red p hat, nigga you know we back

Nigga, don't be nervous nigga, say somethin'; trust me guys, he can rap

In a boxing ring, swinging at the cancer but hitting the punching bag.

And gave you a bag of lays i hope they taste great

But most niggas love nothin' so i made this tape